I really don’t know what to say about the recent weather. Whether it's cold or warm, no one can say whether it's a marathon. It can be regarded as a moment of warmth and coldness.

In the early morning, the sky was slightly dark. Hazy, shrouded in a layer of mist. But today there is wind, the cold wind is whistling, blowing the world crazily, blowing across people's faces, making people shiver.